Flyer for The World in Swarm Disaster: Rebuilding Order Book Series
A flyer for Paperfold University's anthology series, documenting various scenes of life during the Swarm Disaster.
Flyer for The World in Swarm Disaster: Rebuilding Order Book Series
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Preface The Swarm came from Lapole Major, a torrent that left the cosmos in ruin. To the universe, dozens of Amber Eras are mere moments, but a single cosmic shift takes millions of years to build. Paths are forged and shattered, waxing and waning, then waiting for fate to shuffle the deck again. The books in this series analyzed multiple events regarding the Order that initiated something new during the Swarm, all to posit this possibility:The Order did not wither during the ravages of the Swarm Disaster. Countless planets were bound into a single will beneath the shadow of carapace wings. The yearning for survival drove this concept to walk further along its Path. Was the fall of Ena, then, a consequence of weakness? Or was it the paradoxical self-destruction of a power that, having peaked, had nowhere to go but inward? The answer lies would have to be answered after you have read all of these pages.
The Nigul-C4 Archaeological Report Author: The Gansoto Archaeological Team Publisher: The 32nd Press of the Intelligentsia Guild Amber Era 1932: a planet, having drifted for ages, is captured by the planet Gansoto. The following day, a special IPC grant arrived, and the Armed Archaeologists faction promptly took over the site. After sending away the Nameless onlookers and putting a few eager interstellar looters in the ground, their survey leads to a startling conclusion: The planet now crumbling in orbit is none other than Nigul-C4, long-vanished from the astral charts. Against all odds, it had survived the fangs of Oroboros hundreds of Amber Eras ago. The Nigul tribes had always been known for being scattered and insular, subsisting on a spice monopoly and consistently rejecting overtures from the Wallbuilders. This book recounts the Nigul people's dramatic transformation under the Swarm's assault. In just four decades, they abandoned all tradition to forge a new order, uniting their disparate clans, building defenses against the Swarm, and resisting till their last breath when facing a Leviathan. Though their race did not escape their destined death, their creed lasted till our time, etched onto rocks: Whatever it takes to survive...
"THEY Said, We Shall Divide Everything Evenly" Author: Anonymous Publisher: Dreamjolt Children's Literature Press A string collapsing inward endlessly... like a doughnut. The Swarms dissipated. Everything edible had been eaten. Everything usable exhausted. Heat no longer flowed. The Stii people were abandoned in a city stripped bare, a lonely island of heat-death, longing in vain for Freon-driven coolers, shades in front of department stores, and the rainbow packaging of frozen foods. And then, THEY appeared in the heat waves above the asphalt road stretching to the horizon... like a doughnut. THEY said, not yet. So they burned the city. People walked in perfect order, setting every building aflame in tacit understanding. Black dust settled, coloring everything the same shade. THEY said, not yet. So they burned themselves. Wildfires sank downward along the coal pits. Peat smoldered deep in the rock layers. The city sank into the planetary mantle, and they felt their skin collapsing inward toward somewhere within their chests... THEY said, not yet. Several Amber Eras after the Swarm calamity, the Wallbuilders swept this segmentum with massive scoops, as steady and slow as bulldozers, mounted on space ships. At the location where the Stiis' planet had been, all they saw was a black hole collapsing endlessly... Calm, silent, the same within as it is without.
"Last Laugh: Archaeology of Joke Theory" Author: Red-Nosed Old-Timer Publisher: Fictional History Project Foundation Ten Fools arrived at an anchoring area among the stars. At Flamborghan's L2 liberation point, spacecrafts, the Swarm, and the wreckage of victims floundered in darkness. The Fools plucked a single teardrop and, from its dim glow, learned that the Actors' Gondola had once docked here, shedding tears for this graveyard, but now had long since sailed away. Before the Fools could recover from the loss of having missed their masks, the Swarm arrived. Sensing the dwindling oxygen and organic matter in the cabins, the Swarm assaulted the doors tirelessly. Starving, the Fools were forced to make a rule: Each night, everyone must tell a joke, and whoever told the dullest joke would be out. Clearly, this was no laughing matter. Ten days later, only one lucky Fool remained to witness the departure of the Swarm. The final opponent, unable to resist his joke, laughed, and the survivor claimed his own mask, layered with nine distinct faces, and received the original theory of jokes. On those ten nights in the nameless graveyard, the Elation became first touched by the Order. Those theories derived through explanation, debate, and sobbing codified the art of amusement down to every punctuation mark, the first rule of which persists to this day: Never explain a joke.
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